“Your mother is a goddess, yes,” Niamh said.
“Did I really kill her?”
"A goddess cannot die,” Deagan said.
Brenna shot him a look.
“Well, not that easily, and certainly not of her own element.” Deagan smiled with false brightness.
Ciaran felt, for the first time in years, his eyes begin to sting with tears. “But I’m the reason we grew up alone.”
“Yes,” Niamh said.
“But it’s not your fault,” Brenna said. “It was an accident. She’s not angry.”
“How would you know?”
“Now’s not the time,” Niamh said. “We need to regroup.”
“I’ll tell you later,” Brenna said.
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